#do what you like

[cocomuffy]

Okay, who let Tim Drake on the internet after 9:00 PM again.

masterlist

[little-peril-stories]

Women in Whump

Hello! If you like whump stories featuring women characters (in any role/character), feel free to browse the list of works below. It's a spreadsheet with links to author and stories with prominent women character in their whump!

Here's the link to the spreadsheet!

It's editable, so you if you know a great example of some 'women in whump stories,' or you wrote on yourself, please feel free to add it! ✨

It doesn't have to be just lady whumpees, FYI. Whumpers, caretakers, what have you. All are welcome. :)

[90rangejuice]

that awkward moment when you realize ken is literally barlowen's son

[alexsshittyworld]

I need more HOTD fics where Alicent and Laenor are besties.

Let the gays gossip.

[jt1674]

[tacosaysroar]

She texted this from my mother’s cell phone (since she had hers taken away for the progress report debacle) so I sort of understand her signing her name, but I don’t know how many people she thinks there are in the world who’d address me as “mommy” via text.

[dust-to-dustier]

Candles are seasonal, right? Happy Void Days (26th-30th), everybody! For better or worse, the year's almost over! Enjoy this poem, where I continue to be gay (but less sad)

MELT WITH ME, DARLING:

May I melt upon you dear?

A strange request, I know,

But I am a candle burning at both ends

That craves yet more warmth

And I know yours will not harm me.

And if I can melt upon you dear,

Merge with you in sweet embrace

A hug that lasts forever, please,

Then I know I can relax.

If I can do it, darling, if I could have this,

then no longer would stiff wax need fight

The burning heat of it all

Just to remain upright-

For I would have you, dear,

And like ancient trees or rotting fences

We could lean upon each other.

If I could melt with you, darling,

The warmth would feel like peace.

[tomatodiscourse]

in the same way the queer community should fully embrace its kink members during pride, the tomato community should do the same! fuck a tomato! give it a little smooch!

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: March 1, 2000

Lyrics:

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Show me all your loving

And I make you high

Tell me what you like?

Is burning in your eyes

Baby, don't be shy

Your love was no disguise

Tell me what you like

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Do what you like

If you want it like this

Or if you want like that

You've gonna tell me what's inside your mind

You've gonna show me what you really like

If you want me to do

What you really wanna do

You gonna show all your secret's to me

So I can see

Tell me all your fantasy

And now I'll tell you mine

I want you close to me

I want you for tonight

Gonna let your body flow

I don't see nothing wrong

Baby, don't go too so slow

And keeping it going on

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Show me all your loving

And I make you high

Tell me what you like?

Is burning in your eyes

Baby, don't be shy

Your love was no disguise

Tell me what you like

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Do what you like

If you wanna make it real

What you really, really feel

You gonna tell me

And express yourself

Don't put your lovin' on a shelf

If you want us to be one

Not only have some nights of fun

You gonna show all your secrets to me

So I can see

Tell me all your fantasy

And now I'll tell you mine

I want you close to me

I want you for tonight

Gonna let your body flow

I don't see nothing wrong

Baby, don't go too so slow

And keeping it going on

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Show me all your loving

And I make you high

Tell me what you like?

Is burning in your eyes

Baby, don't be shy

Your love was no disguise

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Show me all your loving

And I make you high

Tell me what you like?

Is burning in your eyes

Baby, don't be shy

Your love was no disguise

Songwriter:

Do what you like

Do what you like

Tell me what you like?

Do what you like

Karsten Dreyer / Barbara Alcindor / Torsten Dreyer

ArtistFacts:

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[scereplop]

sonnet 60, William Shakespeare

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d, Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight And time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truths And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to time in hope, my verse shall stand Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

One night around a week ago I stayed up till a little past 1 in the morning to memorise this sonnet. I always end up doing something along the lines of this, with some piece of work my brain won't let me stop thinking of, before a language exam of any sorts, and for some (strange, maybe) reason it works wonders each time. Maybe some of my teachers don't believe so, but what matters the most to me is how happy I am with my work. I know to an extent what I am capable of if I be honest with myself, and the way in which I often write my essays can be quite unconventional (and it gets me in trouble loads), so I don't take their words as gospel.

Of the few sonnets that Shakespeare wrote that I managed to read that night, this I would say is probably my favourite. I still have shy of a hundred left to go and my opinion is swayed easily so I don't believe it will remain so for long. But whilst it is, I'd like to relive the world I built around this sonnet during that exam, I'd like to write down what I created as something I can keep; something I can share. It is impossible to rewrite exactly what I had that day, given it has already been almost four days since, and my memory, though not half bad most definitely does not have the capacity to remember a story written in a flurry of ideas though it was I who wielded the pen. But it was I who wielded the pen, and it was I who saw the house the tale took place in, and it was I who lived it through in my mind. So then I am perfectly capable of rebuilding it, flaws and all, and so I will.

Maybe not now though, for there is much of it to speak of and it will take a long time to write it all out with the level of detail I require, and time I do not have at the moment. But I will, eventually. Thankfully stories are timeless and when I do have time for it (in a few days I assume), it will be done. For now I shall only name it, so I can keep this outline as organised as possible with the aid of a tag, but nice names are difficult to come up with. How do I name the road down which a house sat, a house beside the seashore with innards familiar to me, which housed people with familiar faces but not behaviour? I do not truly know this place yet though it feels like I do. I know it, somewhere within me.

I shall give it a codename instead, until I can truly decide. I do know that in my original essay, as I had written it as if I had tried to bring the sonnet to life, I described that road and that house and that seashore as a place 'where time stayed his scythe', and so that it shall remain.

[theonlyn4y]

reminding yourself that you're too pretty to be stressed abt ppl who are not even on your level

[straycatboogie]

2023/01/10 English

BGM: Radiohead - My Iron Lung

Today I thought of the phrase "Do what you like". Probably it came from the reading of Toshiaki Kosakai's book. "Do what I like"... I have chosen the writing as "what I like". I have certainly kept on writing following Kafka and Rilke. I even thought that it could be my job. But...Do I will give up if I noticed that it wouldn't come true? This question brought me the answer that I wouldn't stop it. Because writing is pleasant, that's all. It just satisfies me simply so I would keep on doing it in my life.

When I was young and seeking my job as a freshman, I watched Masayoshi Son, the leader of the Japanese company Softbank, speaking to us that "Keep your dream". After that, my job hunting had to be stopped and I started drinking alcohol as I always write. Me, as the person who believed that it must be a loser, Masayoshi Son's that speaking sounded like a "winner's logic". You can say that beautiful thing because you are a winner... In other words, I believed that I must be weak and a chosen one in a miserable life, so I even believed I was a really powerless slacker.

I remember Radiohead's great song "Planet Telex". It says about the message from the cruel voice that says "Everything is broken, everyone is broken". I can't say that this song is nonsense because I even feel that this daily life might be dominated by a message. The message is "Keep your dream". You might hate me, but I say that if the message "Keep your dream" chased and crushed you, then you should fight against it and try to say that "I have no dream" or "Life is nonsense". Maybe that would be the beginning of your life.

Dreams might work as a kind of curse. Keeping your dream might let you understand the gap between your real state and dream, therefore you feel sick. Keeping your dream without understanding your limit might become a pressure. It makes you feel miserable because your life wouldn't go as your dream declares... But you might not be able to throw away the hope of "Dreams come true". At least, I never had any big dream or purpose. Every day I make this tiny achievement. About this diary, I have never made any big goals such as "I will keep on writing this during this year". Writing day by day, and becomes a great achievement. That's my way.

[12neonlit-stage]

you're allowed to discuss and work together, reblog for a higher sample size or something

You have 1 week, good luck!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

girl why the hell WEREN'T you at the devil's sacrament 👀 that's three sacraments in a row you've missed 👀 👀 👀